Too Cliche for J - Ch 18
Sorry everyone again! But I THANK you so much for reading this story. I'm trying my best to make this as real as possible since pieces of these chapters have happened in real life. (:
Ian’s P.O.V.
My phone went off and I looked at the time. It was 3am in the morning. I must’ve forgotten to turn off my alarm from yesterday since I had to wake up extra early to finish my history paper, my painting for art and my music sheets for chorus. My boxers were the only thing I had on since it felt super hot in the room a few hours ago. I looked out the window and it started drizzling a bit.
Realizing it got cold, I grabbed a sweater and put it on. I walked down the hall towards the bathroom and saw Matt’s door open.
I peeked inside and saw Matt’s empty bed. Walking in I saw his balcony door opened and saw him lying down on one of the chairs. I tiptoed inside hoping he wouldn’t hear my footsteps. Coming from behind I realized he wasn’t going to wake up because of me.
I got closer to Matt. He looked like he was shivering and got a bit wet from the drizzle. I nudged his face but drizzle never got to his face, his head was down and he was sweating. I leaned closer and noticed his complexion was a bit pale. I felt his forehead and he was burning up. I listened to his breaths and they were short. I yelled, "MOM!" Matt’s fever didn’t seem like the type of fever you’d get from a cold. I felt confused and didn’t know what to do.
Feeling his forehead again, I knew for sure it’s serious. "MOM!"
Dad went out of town for a business trip so only mom, myself, and Matt were home. I worried more after not hearing a response from mom again, "MOMMM!" Suddenly I heard a door slam and my mom went running down the hall. "IAN where are you?" I yelled again, "Matt’s room! Mom it’s Matt. He’s burning up and I don’t think it’s a cold."
She ran into the room and rushed over to where I was with Matt. Once she was beside Matt, I ran and grabbed a small towel to wipe his face. "Grab the blood pressure monitor and ear thermometer from his nightstand." After a couple of minutes of checking him up, mom’s face became a worried one and she started tearing. "He needs to get to the hospital, his blood pressure is low, fever is high, there’s shortness of breath and he’s sweating. Call 911 and tell the operator that information NOW!" I grabbed Matt’s phone off his dresser and dialed 911.
We moved Matt out of the cold air. His breath seemed short and mom was trying to get Matt’s attention, "Matt sweetie! Matt sweetie can you hear me? How do you feel? Matt just open one eye or move your thumb if you can hear me." I checked his hands and nothing. "Matt sweetie please can you hear me?" It was no use, Matt was unconscious and still sweating with short breaths.
The ambulance arrived and I ran downstairs to show them to Matt’s room. They placed him on a gurney and rushed him to the hospital. Mom started crying and yelled, "Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!" Mom and I got into my car and we drove off following after the ambulance. It was 3am in the morning so the roads were pretty much empty. I drove as quickly as I could to follow after the ambulance.
We got to the hospital and ran inside to the empty waiting room. Mom went up to the front clerk and from the looks of it, her face tensed. She came back and wiped her tears off her face. "Mom what’d she say?" She looked up at me and replied, "The doctor is taking a look at him right now so hopefully it’s nothing serious." She attempted a smile but I knew it wouldn’t pull through. I put my arm around my mom and hugged her. "It’s going to be okay mom. Matt’s going to be just fine."
Melissa Joy’s P.O.V.
I looked at the clock and it was only 4 am in the morning. My body was physically tired and also a bit sore from the fall several hours ago but my mind was ready to go. I was excited for my competition with Matt. I didn’t really know how good he was but what does it matter? We loved playing together when we were younger anyway.
Then I remembered the letter I had read earlier. I reached under my pillow and there they were, a note and a picture of Matt and I at our preschool graduation. For some reason I felt as though it might’ve been a dream. It really is weird that Matt doesn’t remember me just because I’m older, changed my name and wardrobe. I’d think that by now my eyes would give me away but I guess Matt’s just that dense. I laughed at my own joke because I knew it wasn’t true. I was unrecognizable with my look anyway.
Getting up, I looked at myself in the mirror. I placed tape on the back of the picture of me in the floral dress and posted it to my mirror. My mom had a matching dress and that’s when I remembered that she’d given it to me. I ran to my bed and pulled out a container with several bags in them. I came across a brown package marked, "Spring Portraits." Opening the package I pulled out a small dress that once was mine and right underneath was my mom’s dress. Mom had me at 16 so she was only 20 when we took the picture. She was quite mature for her age and is above and beyond mature compared to other 33-year-old mothers with a six or seven-year-old.
Her dress could probably fit me. I unfolded the dress and grabbed a clip for my hair. I fixated my hair half up and half down in the bathroom mirror after putting on the dress and it fit perfectly. It’s from over 13 years ago but my mom had great taste when she was around my age so the dress looked really beautiful. Of course she wore it better.
I walked over to the full body mirror my picture was posted on. I turned around admiring the dress and its design. Mom really was beautiful the day she wore this dress and had a cute little girl with her. That cute little girl always followed her around and asked her mom to sing a song to her.
I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror. I really did have the same features as my mom but my personality and character definitely came from my dad. He was strong, independent, and never let anybody define him. Suddenly I felt my stomach drop. Something felt wrong. I looked in the mirror and saw that smile practically ripped off that girl’s face. Something just doesn’t feel right. I can’t feel anything but pain all of a sudden, not physical but thoughts ran through my mind.
I crawled into a ball and grabbed a pillow, screaming into it before I go crazy wondering why I was suddenly thinking so negatively about something, why something felt wrong.
Ian’s P.O.V.
Almost half an hour has passed, where is the doctor? A man walked towards us, stiff, apathetic faced. He didn’t look happy or sad or upset, just emotionless. Mom and I stood up as he got closer.
"I’m Dr. Kelvin. I believe you’re Mrs. Davidson?" the doctor asked looking at my mom. "Call me Mrs. Wilson. What’s wrong with my son doctor?" The doctor put his hands together and asked us to sit down. SIT DOWN? Is something wrong with my brother Matt? What’s going on? We sat down and I felt my head spinning around and around. He better be fine, my brother Matt, Matthew better be FINE.
I clenched my fists and opened them to my face so that my entire face was covered. The doctor calmly stated, "I have some news for the both of you."
My phone went off and I looked at the time. It was 3am in the morning. I must’ve forgotten to turn off my alarm from yesterday since I had to wake up extra early to finish my history paper, my painting for art and my music sheets for chorus. My boxers were the only thing I had on since it felt super hot in the room a few hours ago. I looked out the window and it started drizzling a bit.
Realizing it got cold, I grabbed a sweater and put it on. I walked down the hall towards the bathroom and saw Matt’s door open.
I peeked inside and saw Matt’s empty bed. Walking in I saw his balcony door opened and saw him lying down on one of the chairs. I tiptoed inside hoping he wouldn’t hear my footsteps. Coming from behind I realized he wasn’t going to wake up because of me.
I got closer to Matt. He looked like he was shivering and got a bit wet from the drizzle. I nudged his face but drizzle never got to his face, his head was down and he was sweating. I leaned closer and noticed his complexion was a bit pale. I felt his forehead and he was burning up. I listened to his breaths and they were short. I yelled, "MOM!" Matt’s fever didn’t seem like the type of fever you’d get from a cold. I felt confused and didn’t know what to do.
Feeling his forehead again, I knew for sure it’s serious. "MOM!"
Dad went out of town for a business trip so only mom, myself, and Matt were home. I worried more after not hearing a response from mom again, "MOMMM!" Suddenly I heard a door slam and my mom went running down the hall. "IAN where are you?" I yelled again, "Matt’s room! Mom it’s Matt. He’s burning up and I don’t think it’s a cold."
She ran into the room and rushed over to where I was with Matt. Once she was beside Matt, I ran and grabbed a small towel to wipe his face. "Grab the blood pressure monitor and ear thermometer from his nightstand." After a couple of minutes of checking him up, mom’s face became a worried one and she started tearing. "He needs to get to the hospital, his blood pressure is low, fever is high, there’s shortness of breath and he’s sweating. Call 911 and tell the operator that information NOW!" I grabbed Matt’s phone off his dresser and dialed 911.
We moved Matt out of the cold air. His breath seemed short and mom was trying to get Matt’s attention, "Matt sweetie! Matt sweetie can you hear me? How do you feel? Matt just open one eye or move your thumb if you can hear me." I checked his hands and nothing. "Matt sweetie please can you hear me?" It was no use, Matt was unconscious and still sweating with short breaths.
The ambulance arrived and I ran downstairs to show them to Matt’s room. They placed him on a gurney and rushed him to the hospital. Mom started crying and yelled, "Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!" Mom and I got into my car and we drove off following after the ambulance. It was 3am in the morning so the roads were pretty much empty. I drove as quickly as I could to follow after the ambulance.
We got to the hospital and ran inside to the empty waiting room. Mom went up to the front clerk and from the looks of it, her face tensed. She came back and wiped her tears off her face. "Mom what’d she say?" She looked up at me and replied, "The doctor is taking a look at him right now so hopefully it’s nothing serious." She attempted a smile but I knew it wouldn’t pull through. I put my arm around my mom and hugged her. "It’s going to be okay mom. Matt’s going to be just fine."
Melissa Joy’s P.O.V.
I looked at the clock and it was only 4 am in the morning. My body was physically tired and also a bit sore from the fall several hours ago but my mind was ready to go. I was excited for my competition with Matt. I didn’t really know how good he was but what does it matter? We loved playing together when we were younger anyway.
Then I remembered the letter I had read earlier. I reached under my pillow and there they were, a note and a picture of Matt and I at our preschool graduation. For some reason I felt as though it might’ve been a dream. It really is weird that Matt doesn’t remember me just because I’m older, changed my name and wardrobe. I’d think that by now my eyes would give me away but I guess Matt’s just that dense. I laughed at my own joke because I knew it wasn’t true. I was unrecognizable with my look anyway.
Getting up, I looked at myself in the mirror. I placed tape on the back of the picture of me in the floral dress and posted it to my mirror. My mom had a matching dress and that’s when I remembered that she’d given it to me. I ran to my bed and pulled out a container with several bags in them. I came across a brown package marked, "Spring Portraits." Opening the package I pulled out a small dress that once was mine and right underneath was my mom’s dress. Mom had me at 16 so she was only 20 when we took the picture. She was quite mature for her age and is above and beyond mature compared to other 33-year-old mothers with a six or seven-year-old.
Her dress could probably fit me. I unfolded the dress and grabbed a clip for my hair. I fixated my hair half up and half down in the bathroom mirror after putting on the dress and it fit perfectly. It’s from over 13 years ago but my mom had great taste when she was around my age so the dress looked really beautiful. Of course she wore it better.
I walked over to the full body mirror my picture was posted on. I turned around admiring the dress and its design. Mom really was beautiful the day she wore this dress and had a cute little girl with her. That cute little girl always followed her around and asked her mom to sing a song to her.
I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror. I really did have the same features as my mom but my personality and character definitely came from my dad. He was strong, independent, and never let anybody define him. Suddenly I felt my stomach drop. Something felt wrong. I looked in the mirror and saw that smile practically ripped off that girl’s face. Something just doesn’t feel right. I can’t feel anything but pain all of a sudden, not physical but thoughts ran through my mind.
I crawled into a ball and grabbed a pillow, screaming into it before I go crazy wondering why I was suddenly thinking so negatively about something, why something felt wrong.
Ian’s P.O.V.
Almost half an hour has passed, where is the doctor? A man walked towards us, stiff, apathetic faced. He didn’t look happy or sad or upset, just emotionless. Mom and I stood up as he got closer.
"I’m Dr. Kelvin. I believe you’re Mrs. Davidson?" the doctor asked looking at my mom. "Call me Mrs. Wilson. What’s wrong with my son doctor?" The doctor put his hands together and asked us to sit down. SIT DOWN? Is something wrong with my brother Matt? What’s going on? We sat down and I felt my head spinning around and around. He better be fine, my brother Matt, Matthew better be FINE.
I clenched my fists and opened them to my face so that my entire face was covered. The doctor calmly stated, "I have some news for the both of you."
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